Ruined
I bet I wasn’t the first girl
Whose innocence you took advantage of
I couldn’t have been
You were too comfortable
And how many girls after me
Have you made feel helpless
And worthless
You still haunt my dreams
I’m afraid to sleep
Afraid to enter unwillingly into my mind
Because when I do
You’re waiting at the door
You’ve made yourself at home
Taken what’s mine and made it yours
The scars that cover my wrists
And thighs
And hips
The scars that cover my heart
And soul
Those are your doing
I can’t erase your marks
It kills me knowing that you live your life
As though you’ve done no wrong
As though you didn’t steal my happiness
Like it belonged to you
You made me feel like I was nothing
You took my life from me
You ruined me
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